And not mine, but my brother's. I was there, though, so I can claim it.

Anyway. This was ages ago, when I was still in public school (and my public school was still standing, for that matter). My brother and I had biked up to the school and were riding up and down the small concrete hills around the back of the school.

I was at the bottom. He rode up to the top of a hill, shouted "Hey, watch this!" and came zipping down the hill. Unfortunately my school was not terribly concerned about problems with the pavement at the time, and there was a big chunk missing from the concrete at the bottom of the hill. My brother hit this crack and went FLYING from his bike, landing hard on the pavement ahead.

Then, before I could even register what had happened, he was up, on his bike, and blasting towards home at the speed of light. I pursued but couldn't keep up.

I only discovered later that'd he'd landed on a chunk of pavement, one small enough to lodge itself in his knee. Looking at it provided me with one of those flashbulb moments that you never forget. It was stuck in there nice and deep, surrounded in blood. Took a lot of time and needles to finally get it out, and he still has a scar to this day.

The moral of this story? Avoid concrete hills.

yup I will. I don't want to experience something like that. I guess I'll faint.

good story. brings back lots of memories of my own school yard accidents.

thanks for sharing your story among us....and thanks for your suggestion as well.

Wow, that was terrible. Good thing it didn't get worse, and it healed. Did he avoid concrete hills later on?

I used to do that through an uphill road at the back of our school campus. Years later I realized it was dangerous. Too good, nothing happened to me then.

Thank God it didn't lodge itself in his head. That would have been horrible.

Well, it proved that those concrete slabs there were harder than your brother knee. I think he will remember that for life.

I read this...and my knee began to hurt